Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.